Quarantine 2: Terminal Page #4

Big one, sucker, with red eyes.

Are you sure it wasn't a hamster?

No, it looked like a f***ing rat.

Come on. Let's go. Come on.

Doc?

Captain! Aah!

No! No! No!

No, captain!

Get it off!

Shots fired. We have shots fired.

Did he get you?

Look at me. Did he bite you?

No, no, no!

Out. Get out. Move. Move.

Go. Careful.

Doc?

He's all right. He's alive.

Okay. Pick him up.

Come on, help me.

Oh, sh*t. Okay.

Sh*t.

I got you, hold on.

All right.

Is he all right?

He's bit. He's bit.

Move. We gotta get out of here.

Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

Check him right now. See if there are

any bites on him. Really look.

What the f*** was that, huh?

Nothing, I don't see anything.

Check everywhere.

Hello?

Please, help me.

Shut the door!

What the f*** is that?

Help me with the door. Push! Push!

F***ing b*tch!

Close the door!

Take him down to tarmac level,

we'll keep her out! Go! Get out of here!

Hey, Jenny, we heard gunshots.

Here, hold pressure on that.

On her face, don't let it go.

Oh, my God.

What happened on the plane?

They're infecting each other.

I don't understand.

The captain, he got it. I shot him.

There's blood all over your face.

We went in the plane-

The bathroom's empty,

it's covered in blood

and the big guy's

not in there anymore.

We went down into the hold,

you know-

Hold that. Hold it.

Okay. I'm here.

I can't even-

Move.

I love you so, so much.

Me too.

Just hang in there. I got you.

Breathe. Breathe, Paula, breathe.

It's all right. We're safe. I got

the gun, there's ammo in the bag.

I'm glad I did because there's some

crazy sh*t going on in there.

Why'd the power go out?

Um...

You left this. I picked up

a call from your dad.

He told me to tell you

to take the stick,

and then all the cell phones

went dead at the same time.

Jenny?

My dad started giving me

flying lessons when I was 12.

He'd say,

"Take the stick."

I was afraid to fly solo, even with

him sitting right there next to me.

One day,

he let go of the stick.

It went into a spin...

and I had to take control.

I never understood why

he did that.

I'm gonna be back.

We got the door shut

and locked.

Whatever's out there in

that plane stays out there.

You sure about that? I didn't

see Mr. Bundt around, did you?

Come on. I need you.

Come on.

We gotta go. Let's go.

Come on.

What's wrong?

I'm thirsty.

Hey, listen up.

What do you want?

I got something to say.

You said enough.

Hey, listen to what she has to say.

One, we don't know

when they're getting us out.

Two, we gotta make sure

nobody else gets infected.

Oh, smart.

And who's in charge?

I am.

You?

Oh, right.

You?

You know nothing.

Well, I think we should vote.

I got this.

So shoot me or shut the f*** up.

Our captain, who murdered

Mrs. Stevens in 7A, is dead.

Our co-pilot is creeping around

the cabin like some sort of animal.

That means all of you are my

passengers until this flight is over.

Is that clear?

Yeah.

I think it's pretty clear.

Whatever this is,

it's spreading through bites.

We don't know that. Biting could

be a symptom, not how it infects.

Could be spread airborne, topical.

We don't know. We don't know sh*t.

If you ask me, it looks like some kind

of f***ed-up rabies. People rabies.

People rabies?

Rabies is spread through bites, right?

Right?

Well, mucus, saliva.

There's a cure for rabies.

You get shots in the stomach.

That's before symptoms start. Once it

manifests, it's over. There is no cure.

F*** this.

I don't think this is rabies.

Hm!

Why not?

Rabies takes weeks for the

symptoms to show in humans,

for the virus to travel to the brain.

This takes minutes.

Wait, Henry, you were watching

a newsfeed on the plane.

Didn't it say something

about a quarantine in L. A?

Yeah. An apartment building.

This flight is out of L.A.

Two quarantines, one night.

Wonder how often that happens.

What about your friend?

Wouldn't you think she's infected?

She's not infected.

She's fine.

She got bitten but hasn't

had any symptoms yet.

Doc!

George, no!

Come here.

Don't touch his head!

Go get your medical kit.

Go get it now. Calm down.

Don't let him get away.

Don't let him touch you.

He bit him.

I see that.

One, two, three.

Calm down.

I know why people-

Go, go, go.

Did it bite you?

No.

Are you sure?

No, it's fine.

Check your forearms.

I am.

All right.

This is wrong. Inhumane.

He's bitten, ma'am.

It's for our own safety.

All right. On three.

One, two, three.

You're in charge, right?

You have no choice.

I found something on the rat.

What is it?

Hold on, let me see.

What is it?

Look, there's a tag

on the hind leg.

That's a lab rat. Albino.

Sh*t.

It looks like the one in the hold.

Like the other rat?

Yes, and the people.

So a laboratory rat is causing all this?

How could a laboratory rat get

into the hold of a commercial plane?

I don't know. How should I know?

Ask him.

Who?

George?

Did you bring lab rats in that carrier?

No. Those were

my class' hamsters.

When you boarded,

I saw tails inside your carrier.

What the hell you talking about?

Okay?

I had hamsters

when I was little.

They have little stubby things

that you can barely see. Not tails.

All right. Well, those

hamsters were given to my class

by a parent who just

came back from Ecuador

where I now know

hamsters have tails.

You just made that sh*t up.

Hey, can I talk to you?

Yeah, of course.

Henry, tell me you didn't

bring rats onto my plane.

Jenny, listen to me. George is

a little mixed up right now.

He's been through a lot tonight.

We all have been through a lot.

Are you telling me the truth?

Think about it.

You can't bring lab rats

on an airplane in your carry-on.

It's not possible. I never would've

made it through security.

Of course.

I'm sorry.

That's okay.

I'm accusing you instead of-

Hey. Hey.

You know-

We're okay.

Sh*t!

Watch his mouth!

Come here!

Hold it around his neck!

Get away!

Hold on, Jenny, I'm coming!

Help!

Grab that end!

Hold on, Jenny!

Put it over here!

Pull it. Pull! Pull!

We gotta choke him! Come on!

Come on!

Hold him, guys! Pull!

Come on. Come on.

Pull!

He's dead.

He's dead.

MAN:

Ramirez.

Hobbs, come in.

CDC's on the way.

Oh, sh*t. CDC's coming in.

Let's go.

Roger that. We're all here.

Hey, how you holding up?

He's lying.

You don't have any

proof of that, George.

You believe him

because you like him.

The ammo's

in here somewhere.

George. Is he all right?

We'll get you out of here.

I don't know.

This is stupid, but have you

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